Grace Slick - often as I may
I love him, as often as I may,
and I will give him before it goes away,
the grass and wine brought love that makes him laugh and gentle.
Look! at him he/she may be smiling,
the eyes so wide and black and acid clear,
not exactly knowing why he/she stays when he/she speaks of leaving.
He/she won t say in time, I want to love tomorrow,
he/she knows the one I love,
your trying is never quite the same,
but It s so near and with that in mind, I ll ask to borrow him
Look!At the love that has him moving on,
and On, Stop anything that takes the loving ball,
( )
and when he/she loses every soft word that I say,
He ll go away.
I love him, as often as I may,
and I will give him before it goes away,
the grass and wine brought love that makes him laugh and gentle.
Look! at him he/she may be smiling,
the eyes so wide and black and acid clear,
not exactly knowing why he/she stays when he/she speaks of leaving.
He/she won t say in time, I want to love tomorrow,
he/she knows the one I love,
your trying is never quite the same,
but It s so near and with that in mind, I ll ask to borrow him
Look!At the love that has him moving on,
and On, Stop anything that takes the loving ball,
( )
and when he/she loses every soft word that I say,
He ll go away.
